I almost broke down in tears in Walmart this morning.
(I know. Just the thought of going there can reduce one to tears, but I had forgotten to get AM's dance teachers a gift, and today was their Christmas party, so I had no choice. No where except the grocery store is open here before I go to work.)
I'd been eyeing one of these babies for about a month now:
Yes, that's a Cricut.
You may remember that they were on sale for $119 (normally $184) at WM the day after Thanksgiving. Much as I wanted one, I didn't have the funds. I figured they'd sell out in a jiffy.
I was wrong.
A couple of weeks ago, I noticed some on a shelf in the ever-shrinking craft section at our Senatobia store. For $119. They weren't selling AT ALL.
Jason promised he'd buy one as soon as he got a check he was expecting for building a website.
(By the way - still waiting on that check. I think we'll have to send that we'll have to send in the "We gonna get your money" guys from SNL.)
Back to today - I was in there before work. They still have about a dozen of them, but they've jacked the price back up to $184!
Now, I know, that's still a good deal for a Cricut with two cartridges. But when they've been $119 for a month, and the only thing standing between one of them and a spot under my tree was a group of people in South Carolina, well, it's just the principal of the thing.
I've been pretty bummed about it all day. And wondering what I need to request for my consolation present.
Amanda suggested I boycott them, but that's really not an option. Unlike her, I don't live a few miles from an Aldi and a Super Target. I have no where else to turn!
Watch out, world's largest retailer. Payback is heck.